I’m a seriously lucky guy.
I went to a bar mitzvah and had thoughts I couldn’t un-have.
Friends of T’s and mine bought me a bottle of Scotch. A really nice bottle of Scotch. Before I say much, know this about my whisky-drinking: I’m a boor. I know what I like, but am not a snob. I don’t know (or care) about the various regions of Scotland, distilling techniques, barrels, or what […]
For years, I was deeply ashamed. I believed my desires were shameful, contemptuous. I desperately struggled to suppress those desires. And ultimately, I ended up acting them out. And in the end, I was ashamed of the wrong things. I believed that I was a bad person because I wanted to be ministered to sexually, […]